Musing

I have had a lot of sex with a lot of people, some of whom I’ve barely known. I get tested. And I don’t stress. Here’s how I think about the risks of sex.

The only sexually transmitted infection that scares me is HIV. Here’s why.

Three questions, no simple answers, and the honest admission that hanging a flag doesn’t summon a gazillion great sex partners.

She’s right, you know. Our egos are fragile, and the ways we use women to shore them up range from pathetic to criminal.

A woman spreading her legs, clothed, is about the hottest thing I can imagine — and I found a new way to procrastinate.

THGITW weighs in on cheating, judgment, and the dangerous false equivalence between infidelity and violence.

I’m judging people who judge people, and I see the irony — but I’m not backing down.

A friend’s rape fantasy leads me to reckon with why hard fucking is, for me, a quick path to a lost erection.

I don’t fit in among the polyamorists or the swingers — too earnest for the one crowd, not earnest enough for the other.

What if what I’ve always understood as infinite desire is actually infinite fear?